Here's something that drives me crazy...Huzzah.
My date and I have just had a lovely meal. The bill is presented, neatly tucked in one of those leather folders. Let's say the bill totals $58.50. If I'm paying with cash, I might place a hundred dollar bill inside the folder, and set it near the edge of the table. The server comes by, picks up the folder, and asks, "Do you need change?"
I'm sorry, it's not your job to determine what kind of tipper I am. It's your job to make the f***ing change and let me decide whether or not I'm going to leave you 70%.
Sorry for the salty language. Enjoy your meal.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
A tipping rant
(My brother sent this to me. I could not have said it better myself, so let's just pretend I did.)